As if in some dream in which I fell into,
Either by sleep or some potion,
I found myself immersed in conversation
Nearly mouthing her words, and,
If not, then finishing her thoughts for her.
Submerged in her consciousness;
Conscious of our hearts beating in sync
I felt the weight of the day lifted,
As her eyes led me safely from the brink
She was the valley, and the mind was rocky cliffs
When I began to stray away, her hand reached out
But we never once touched –
Somewhere in our souls
We were connected through the Divine
And nothing to me
Means quite as much as her fragile, brilliant mind.
I thought of her yesterday morning;
The thoughts painted delicate strokes
On the insides of my eyelids
As if in some dream in which I fell
Into all over again.